Date: Sun, 1 May 2011 09:19:12 -0700
From: Taboo <anewtaboo@gmail.com>
Subject: Head of the Household Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction revolving around incest
as well as consensual teen sexual explorations.
All appropriate warnings apply.

Feedback and recommendations always appreciated: anewtaboo at gmail dot com.

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Holt Deavers walked in the door of the apartment and dropped his tool
belt in the hall closet. It had been a long week on the construction
job and he was worn out. All he wanted to do was kick back, watch some
ball on TV and decompress.

Holt was just shy of 19 years old and head of the household. When he
told people that they usually looked at him like he was lying, but
that didn't bother him much because he knew the truth. And the truth
was that he was a responsible kid and someone needed to look out for
his younger sisters and brother. That wasn't going to be their dad who
had left them with their alcoholic and drug addled mother about ten
years ago. Mom had managed to keep it together more or less while
providing for them. Toward the end she even went into rehab, but one
month after coming out was binging again. One night she and Holt had
gotten into an immense argument about her behavior and she left in a
huff. Four hours later Holt got the phone call to go to the hospital.
His mom, in a drunken stupor, had crashed her car into a guard rail
and was dead by the time the ambulance arrived.

Holt had been working construction and saving for college, but his
mom's death threw those plans out the window. If he left, the other
kids would be shipped off to live with remote relatives, and he sure
didn't want that. He applied for guardianship of his siblings and got
it. Now he was working to keep a roof over their heads and food on the
table. College would have to wait until the other three kids finished
high school, and then it was no guarantee he'd be able to make it
happen.

Holt sighed and kicked off his work boots and headed into the kitchen.
His sister Becca was standing in the doorway with a mischievous look
on her face.

"Guess what?" she said.

"Becca, I'm too tired to guess," said Holt, squeezing past her and
pulling a soda out of the fridge. He cracked it open and took a long
pull. "What?"

"I caught Kyle looking at porn."

Holt didn't react, but he'd known for a while that something like this
was probably going to surface sooner or later. The two bedroom
apartment was simply too small for the four of them to not invade one
another's privacy accidentally. And Holt had the feeling that Becca's
discovery was no accident. The sixteen year old had always been the
instigator and one to try to stir up trouble.

Holt closed the door to the refrigerator and leaned against it, not
looking at her. "So what," he said flatly.

"SO..." Becca blustered, "he was RIGHT THERE in the living room!" she
pointed. "With his pants down around his ankles, and he was..." she
trailed off.

"He was what?" said Holt, not really caring.

"He was JERKING OFF!"

Holt looked at his sister without much expression. She was obviously
worked up, but didn't seem all that angry. She really just seemed to
be looking to get a reaction. There was a slight smile on her lips and
her left foot was bouncing in excitement. Holt knew that the best
thing to do was keep things casual and dismissive so she'd not amp up
any more, and it also drove her a little crazy when people didn't get
as worked up as she did. And he didn't mind making her a little crazy.

"So? He was jerking off. So what? He's 15 years old. He's gonna jerk
off occasionally. Like you've never?" Holt took another swig out of
the can.

"I don't know what THAT has to do with it but whatever. Fine...he can
abuse himself all he wants to in private. Like I really give a shi..."
Becca trailed off again. Holt ran a tight household and there were
three things he didn't abide - alcohol, drugs or foul language used
aggressively. "Like I care," Rebecca corrected and pouted. "But in the
living room? God, Holt. We all use that room."

Holt sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I'll talk to him about it."

"Good." Becca beamed about her small victory. She went over and hip
bumped him away from the fridge door, opened it and bent over at the
waist to peer in. Her long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail
that fell over her right shoulder. Holt noticed that her short shorts
rode up her crack a bit. Becca pondered for a few seconds, bending her
knees back and forth, making her rear end wiggle. She snatched a diet
soda and stood upright, the bottoms of her ass cheeks hanging out
until she pulled the back of the shorts down again. She bent over the
counter beside Holt and rested her elbows on the surface. Lowering her
voice she said, "And do you know what he was looking at!"

Holt shrugged.

"Gay porn!" she whispered. "He was looking at pictures and videos of
dudes jerking off together!"

 Holt didn't say anything, but Becca continued. "I know because I
looked up the history after the little pervert went running out of the
room pulling up his pants," she chuckled.

Holt took another sip of his soda so he'd not have to say anything.

"So, what do you think this means?" Becca wondered aloud. "Is Kyle gay
do you think? Man, I bet his girlfriend is going to be pissed when she
finds out."

"And how exactly is she going to find out?" Holt asked directly.

"Jeeze, like I'm going to say anything to her. Thanks a lot!" she
snorted. "It's none of my business anyway."

"Exactly. Where's Kyle now?"

"He went for a jog I guess. He left the house about an hour ago and
had on his sweats."

"Okay, I'll talk with him tonight before bed. Where's Blaine?" Blaine
was Becca's twin sister.

"I think she's tutoring today." While Becca and Blaine were identical
twins their interests were much different. Blaine the Brain. She had a
4.0 GPA, volunteered at the retirement home, tutored middle school
kids in math and science, and read about 3 books a week. Becca on the
other hand had a solid "C" average, only did homework if Holt revoked
TV privileges and probably couldn't finish a gossip mag without
getting distracted. But, she wasn't a bad kid; unfocused was the best
word Holt could come up with.

"Good, so keep the Kyle thing to yourself. Don't say anything to
Blaine, your friends, anyone. Got it?"

Becca shrugged, then nodded. "Whatever. I mean, okay. Sure."

Holt drained the soda can and tossed it in the recycling canister.
"What are we doing for dinner?"

Becca shrugged, "I guess we could do pasta and salad again."

"Okay. You get started. I need to clean up."

Holt wasn't looking forward to the talk he was going to have with
Kyle, but it was necessary.

. . . . .

Holt had just come back into the kitchen after showering and changing
into workout pants and a t-shirt. The water was boiling and he was
getting ready to dump the spaghetti in when he heard the front door
open and close. "Kyle?" he called. He saw Becca grinning to herself as
she stirred the pasta sauce.

"Nope, wrong sibling." Blaine poked her head around the corner.
"Smells good, Becca!"

"Oh yeah, made it fresh myself," Becca teased, holding up the empty jar of Ragu.

"How was school?" asked Holt.

"Fine. I have a chemistry test tomorrow. I'm a little worried and need
to study tonight."

Holt knew that when Blaine said she was a little worried, it meant
that she'd probably miss two questions on the exam. She walked through
the living room back to the bedroom that the girls shared to drop off
her book bag, then came back to the kitchen to hang out.

The twins were identical looking in many ways. Same long straight
blonde hair, same blue eyes, both 5'6" and very slender build. But
each went out of their way a bit to appear unique.

As she did most of the time, today Blaine wore her long hair in two
pigtails and had on blocky glasses that Holt thought made her look as
sweet and cute as anything. Becca usually wore her hair straight or in
a ponytail if she was working out. She couldn't stand glasses and
opted for contacts. Blaine wasn't about to poke her finger in her eye
and shunned contacts. Becca preferred active wear and tended to dress
provocatively at times. Blaine dressed a bit preppy...sweaters, skirts,
and knee socks.

They were also different in attitude and temperament. Becca had a
rather edgy appeal to her, quick wit, smart mouth and lots of energy.
She had a lot of friends and was the life of the party. She was a
sports enthusiast and played on almost every team sport in school.
Blaine would get wound up talking about books or movies with a small
group, but usually spent a lot of time by herself. She preferred yoga,
tai chi and martial arts to team sports. Other than that, if you
didn't know the two of them well, you'd never be able to tell them
apart. Some mornings if they were sitting in the living room in
similar pajamas, Holt had to look to twice through bleary eyes to tell
who was who.

"Can you set the table?" asked Holt.

"Sure," Blaine started pulling things out of the cupboard. "Where's Kyle?"

Becca snorted, "Probably avoiding coming home."

Holt shot her a look, warning her to keep quiet.

"He went to work out is all," Holt explained.

It was then that the door opened and Kyle came into the kitchen.
"Hey," he said.

"Hi Tugger!" said Becca beaming.

Kyle blushed hot red.

"Huh? `Tugger?' What's that all about?" asked Blaine.

Becca laughed. "Oh it's nothing, just a new nickname I'm trying out,
right Tugger?" Kyle looked at his feet.

"And your new name is `Grounded' if you keep it up," Holt warned Becca.

"I'm going to take a quick shower before dinner," said Kyle anxious to
get out of the room.

"Oh crap, I forget to plug in my phone!" said Blaine as she went back
to the bedroom.

Holt took the opportunity to lean over his sister and hissed. "I'm
serious Bec. You will lay off Kyle. No dropping hints, no snide
remarks. Play nice...or I won't. Got it?"

"Fine," Becca sighed. "You have absolutely no sense of humor, big
bro." But she caved in and looked at him. "But, you're right okay.
Sorry. Seriously. I'll behave."

"Thank you. I appreciate it. And I will handle it. Things are hard
enough all around. We don't need him humiliated or anything."

Becca nodded. Out of all of the siblings Kyle had taken the death of
their mother the hardest. And she really was fond of her little
brother. But sometimes he just made it so EASY for her to tease him.

. . . . .

After dinner Kyle and Blaine went to the girls' room to do homework
while Holt watched the game and Becca pretended to read her literature
assignments in the living room. Kyle liked hanging out with Blain the
most of his siblings since she was the one he could most relate to. He
really admired and looked up to Holt, but his older brother was
sometimes distant and moody. Becca played a little too rough for
Kyle's liking. She could be sweet one moment, a mean little bitch the
next, and then cracking everyone 30 seconds later. He loved them all,
but Blaine was his favorite. And he especially wanted to avoid Becca
tonight if at all possible.

Kyle was a handsome and rather reserved 15-year old. After the death
of his mother he moped around for quite a while. He'd even talked to
the counselor at school a few times, but hadn't said anything about it
at home since he didn't want to appear weak or broken in front of
others. His was letting his light brown hair grow out some, but didn't
know if he liked it or not. Kyle had the naturally lean, muscular
frame of a typical active teen. He loved swimming and running since it
gave him time to be alone with his thoughts. He could do laps in the
pool forever, not straining, just listening to the rush of the water
past his ears and focusing on the rhythm.

He'd been doing a lot of thinking lately, and seemed to be horny all
the time. Again, he knew that most boys his age were going through
this, but he felt weird because he always seemed to be at least a
little aroused. And the topics he found arousing were a bit troubling.

For one, he was starting to be attracted to boys as much as girls. And
he really liked girls. Especially Cassie, the girl he'd been going
with for a couple of months. When they managed time along together,
they were all over each other. He loved to kiss her, suck her budding
nipples and lick her pussy. She in turn gave fantastic head or at
least the best blowjobs in Kyle's admitted limited experience. While
they hadn't yet had sex, they had given one another countless orgasms
hanging out in Cassie's pool, stealing moments after school before her
parents got home from work.

But Kyle also found himself drawn to boys. There was one new kid in
school, Andy, who fueled plenty of Kyle's masturbatory fantasies. They
were on the swim team together and had struck up a casual friendship
that Kyle was curious about taking farther. It seemed like they were
watching each other in the shower, but he wasn't sure. And one time he
thought he saw Andy getting an erection, which made Kyle start to get
hard. Embarrassed, he grabbed his towel and hustled out of the shower
area. Most of all he was afraid of Andy's reaction if he'd misread a
seemingly mutual attraction. So instead he said nothing.

A week or so earlier Kyle had been looking at a straight porn site
online and came across a link to pictures and clips of guys jacking
off. It was great. Kyle found that he loved the sight and sound of men
pleasuring themselves. Some of the videos even showed men sitting
side-by-side stroking each other's boners. That had been what he was
looking at and jacking off to when Becca snuck in on him. And he knew
that she snuck in because usually you hear her a mile away. He
suspected she'd been spying on his internet activities and wanted to
catch him in the act, probably to have something to manipulate him
with. And he'd been stupid and let her catch him. Who knew what
demands she might make to keep quiet?

All of this weighed heavily on Kyle's mind as he tried to focus on his
algebra homework. He was on the floor and Blain was lying on the queen
bed she and Becca shared.

"Hey Blaine, can you help me with this one? I'm not getting the same
answer as the book."

"Bring it here and let me look." Blaine was equally fond of her little
brother. She looked to Holt as the parent, and to a certain extent saw
Becca slowing taking over the mother role. Not necessarily in a
maternal way, but Becca seemed to be most at ease with Holt and they
seemed to talk more often and openly. But Kyle was special. They could
sit for a long time just being quiet and enjoy each other's presence.
Becca was unpredictable and could be distracting. And Holt was just,
well...Holt. Very rigid and standoffish.

"You're on the right track, but look..." she patiently explained the
problem and had him do it. Then she had him do the next two and
explain it to her as she did it. He seemed to retain things better
that way.

"Okay, I've got it now. Thanks."

"Sure."

They both went back to studying until Blaine asked "so what was that
whole new nickname Becca was yammering about?" She said it casually
without even looking up from her book.

Kyle froze momentary before managing to pantomime his best nonchalant
shrug from his corner on the floor. "I dunno. You know Becca. She's
always joking about something."

"Yeah, she is. You seemed kind of freaked out though, the way you ran
off to the bathroom right after." She finally looked over at him. "Is
everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." Kyle replied.

For a while they both worked in silence, until Kyle spoke up. "Can I
ask you something?"

"Yeah, bring your book over."

"No, it's not homework related. It's about me."

Blaine closed her book and moved off the bed to sit on the floor in
front of her brother. "Always. Ask away."

"Well, okay. But you have to promise to not say anything to Holt...and
especially not to Becca."

Blaine was a little concerned about making this type of promise, but
didn't want to make Kyle feel he had to keep anything bottled up.
"Okay, sure. What is it?"

"Well, it's probably nothing and I'm just being stupid. But well...do
you think..." he paused. "Do you think I'm...weird?"

Blaine looked at him closely. He has looking down at the carpet, idly
picking at fibers.

"Of course not, at least no weirder than most people," she offered.

"No, I mean WEIRD. Like I don't know...deviant or perverted?"

Blaine looked over her glasses at her increasingly uncomfortable
brother. "What are you talking about Kyle?"

Kyle was silent for a while, but finally started talking.

"Well, you know I'm dating Cassie. And she's awesome. We...fool around
and stuff. And I like it. A lot. But I just ALWAYS seem to be...excited
I guess. You know. Horny. And not just around Cassie. Around other
people too."

Blaine just listened and didn't say anything. Kyle was trying to say
something important but was having a hard time getting it to come out.

"I mean. I dunno." Finally Kyle looked up at her. Do you think I might be gay?"

And then Blaine got it. Her beautiful sensitive younger brother was
questioning his sexuality. And he was comfortable enough to share this
with her. She wanted to hug him and start crying.

But instead she paused for a while before saying quietly "I don't know
Kyle. Do you think you are?"

Kyle shrugged and looked back at the carpet. "No. Would a gay guy like
Cassie so much and always be turned on around her?"

Blaine tilted her head to one side and slightly shrugged her shoulder.
She kept quiet to see if he'd keep talking.

"But would a straight guy get turned on by naked dudes? I don't know
is all." Kyle stopped talking.

"So...have you fooled around with boys?"

He shook his head quickly. "No. Well, I mean not really. A couple of
times when I was little I'd play naked `show-me-yours'  games with
boys. But that was just stupid kid stuff right?"

"Yeah, probably. But you have other feelings now?"

"Sometimes. But I think I'm just more curious than anything."

"I guess I can see that." Blaine shrugged. "I don't know, little bro.
But event if you were a homo, would that be so bad?"

"Well, yeah." Kyle said. "You know that Becca would tease me about it.
And Holt might hate me."

Blaine chuckled a little. "Little bro, Becca is going to tease you and
pick on you no matter what. At least until you outgrow her and finally
can put her in her place. And Holt...well, I don't think Holt has any
hate left in him. He used all that up on Mom and Dad for treating us
so bad. He loves you no matter what."

While Blaine couldn't be completely sure about that last statement,
she felt Kyle needed to hear it. Even thought Holt was hard to read
sometimes, but she was pretty sure he was open minded enough that if
Kyle was having a sexual identity crisis, he'd be supportive.

"But tell me," she asked. "Where is all this coming from? You and
Cassie are hot and heavy."

"We are. We fool around all the time and I can't get enough of her.
But seeing boys is exciting too."

"Boys?" probed Blaine. "Or Boy?"

"I dunno. At lease one dude. Andy. You probably don't know him. He's
new in school and we're on the swim team together."

Blaine shrugged. "No, I don't know him. Maybe you just are attracted to him?"

"Maybe."

"So let me ask this - do you want to kiss other guys, or do other
stuff with them? You know...suck them or make them suck you." Blaine was
a little surprised she was talking like this, and even more surprised
that she was becoming a little aroused in thinking about her younger
brother with another boy.

Kyle shrugged. "I don't think so. But I sometime think about touching
Andy's...thing."

"You mean like giving him a hand job or something?"

Kyle nodded. He fidgeted and repositioned himself on the floor with
his legs pulled up in front of him, his arms around his shins and chin
on his knees.

"What about like fucking a guy? Or getting fucked?" As soon as she
said those words, she felt a tingling in her pussy.

"What? Ugh! God no!" Kyle twisted up his face. "No way."

"And do you like fucking pussy?" Blaine was becoming bolder. It was
fun to use those terms with her brother and see his reaction.

"Well, yeah." Kyle said with a slight grin. "I mean, I think I do. I
haven't yet, but I think about it all the time with Cassie."

Blaine scooted closer and put her hands on her bother's feet. "Then I
don't think you're gay. Bi? Maybe. Honestly I think you're just a
horny boy. Probably not more or less horny than a lot of boys your
age. Or girls either," she added as she stood up and sat back on the
bed. "Besides, it's all chemical and hormones anyway. Try not to worry
about it. I think you're fine."

Even if these weren't the perfect answers, they satisfied Kyle. "Yeah,
I guess you're right sis. Thanks for letting me talk." He picked up
his books and headed out the door."

"Any time bro. And really, don't worry, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'll just try to keep it on the DL."

. . . . .

Kyle came into the boys' room after brushing his teeth to find Holt
already there, sitting on the end his bed. Holt and Kyle shared a
bedroom and each had their own twin bed. Holt was leaning back on his
mattress, resting on his elbows. He's switched into a pair of pajama
pants but no shirt. Kyle noticed how ripped and tanned his brother had
become from working the construction jobs. Holt had dark hair that he
kept cut fairly short and he had hair on his chest and arms. It was
clear that Holt must have gotten his looks from their father, though
Kyle was too young to remember him clearly. The girls and he seemed to
share more traits of their mom.

"Hey little bro. We need to talk."

Uh oh. Kyle didn't like the sound of that. "Okay."

"Sit." Holt lifted a finger toward Kyle's bed. The boy sat down. Holt
noticed also that Kyle was starting to mature. His brother was in a
pair of loose shorts and no top. Kyle had the sleek, smooth body of a
young athlete but still retained still this hint of fragility like a
girl. His dark eyes, long lashes and full lips added to this strange
melding of genders.

"Look, buddy," Holt started. "I'm just going to say it. Becca told me
about you jerking off today in the living room."

Kyle didn't say anything, and looked steadily at the floor to his
right. Holt noticed all the blood had rushed to his face and chest.

"And I'm not mad, okay?"

His little brother kept quiet, but seemed to relax a little.

"You're a 15-year old boy. You're going to want to jerk off. If you're
anything like me you're going to want to jerk off a LOT." Holt grinned
at this, and thought he saw a smile play across the corner of Kyle's
mouth too.

"But promise me to not do it in the living room, buddy. We all share
that space and it makes the girls...uncomfortable."

Kyle swallowed and nodded his head in agreement. "Okay."

"You can jerk off all you want in the bathroom, or in the shower, and
even in here. Just be sure you take your cum rags out of here and
flush them so the room doesn't start to reek, okay?"

Kyle actually grinned at this and nodded his head.

Holt let some silence pass for a while before rolling over to his
bedside table and opening up the drawer. He pulled out a stack of smut
mags and tossed them onto the bed next to his little brother.

"And since you can't jerk off with the computer in the living room any
more, you can use these if you want. I'll try to keep a steady supply
coming in. Try not to stick all the pages together." Holt chuckled.

"Okay, I won't."

Holt considered asking why Kyle was looking at dudes jerking off, but
decided against in. That was a conversation for another time...if ever.
Instead he pulled the covers back on his bed and crawled in. "So how's
everything else going? School is okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

"How about that little girl you've been hanging out with. Cassie?"

"Yeah, she's great."

"Cool. Please don't go getting her pregnant or anything. That's the
last thing we need."

"No worries about that right now," Kyle said casually.

Holt thought about it more. "You have rubbers?"

Kyle shook his head no.

Holt exhaled audibly. "I'll get some for you tomorrow. Keep them with
you. If you two get all worked up and decide to bone, USE THEM. I'm
dumb for not talking with you about this earlier."

Holt shook his head in disappointment with himself. These were
obviously things that he should have brought up a while ago. But there
was so much to running the house that discussing sex with his little
brother had simply slipped his mind. And he realized he probably
needed to have the same talk with the twins. And that was going to be
awkward.

"But anyway, I'm going to sleep. Don't stay up too late looking at
smut." Holt shut off the lamp by his bed and rolled with his back to
Kyle. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Kyle crawled in his bed too, and rolled on his side with
his back to his brother. But he didn't turn off his lamp quite yet. He
wanted too look at a magazine first.

. . . . .

It was about 12:00am and Becca was having a hard time sleeping. Even
though she had acted all uptight about seeing Kyle jerking off, it had
actually been a real turn on.

She had suspected for a long time that Kyle was using the computer
when he was home along to look at smut and get off. She'd browsed the
history and seen some of the sites he looked at. They were all
straight sites that she would sometimes look at too and feel excited.

She knew today when she got home that he was probably on the computer.
She'd intentionally hung out later at school with friends then
usually, because she knew Blaine was tutoring and that Holt was
working. Kyle knew this too and probably thought he could squeeze in
some computer time.  Becca felt it would be a good chance to maybe
catch Kyle red-handed.

She'd snuck into the apartment as quietly as possible, and peeked
around the corner into the living room. Kyle was leaning back in the
chair with his pants wadded up around his ankles, has cock sticking
out of his underwear and masturbating to something on the computer
screen.

And Becca thought it was one of the hottest things she had ever seen.
Kyle was lost in whatever he was watching and whacking his dick
mercilessly. Becca was impressed by his member. It was already over 6
inches long with a nice upward curve. The glans flared out boldly and
the shaft was thick and veiny. Becca's mouth started to water and she
watched him.

But then her stupid backpack and slipped off her shoulder and hit the
wall. Kyle had looked up and all she could do was walk around the
corner, feign shock and dismay, and the rest was history.

She wasn't really sure why she'd told Holt. It was really kind of a
spur of the moment thing. She almost regretted it as soon as she said
it. But she also wanted to see what kind of reaction she would get.
Holt's nonchalant response was pretty annoying , but interesting also.
He didn't seem all that riled up about his brother jerking off opening
in the house, or if he had been, Holt had kept a pretty tight lid on
it.

All that night as she and Holt sat on the couch in the living room
she'd been thinking about it, and growing increasingly aroused. She
wanted to talk to Holt more about it, but didn't know how to bring it
up. So she just sat there squirming a bit in distraction, idly
flipping the pages of her literature homework. Holt had even asked if
she had ants in her pants at one point, to which she had no response
other than to stick her tongue out at him.

And tonight, she couldn't take her mind off it. The image of Kyle with
his dick in his fist was replaying itself over and over in her brain.
Was on her stomach, casually grinding her pussy into the mattress but
it wasn't doing the trick. She was going to need to get off if she was
going to get any sleep at all and was almost to the point of getting
up and going into the bathroom so she could have a dedicated jill off
session.

Then she felt Blaine's hand on her back. "You're kinda worked up tonight, huh?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

The truth was Blaine and Becca shared this strange common sense of
sexuality. When they were both horny, they both in some subtle way
could tell. On occasion, they would help one another get off. Neither
one of them saw it as an overly perverted thing to do. They both felt
like they were really two of the same person, just separated at birth
into two entities. Blaine playing with Becca's pussy was not all that
different from playing with her own. Both kept their pussies smoothly
shaven since Becca had conviced Blaine it was better for hygienic
reasons, so they both felt and looked the same. Twins. Identical. One
made two as Blaine had one theorized.

Nothing else that night needed to be said. Becca rolled over on her
back and Blaine silently slipped her hand under her sister's panties.
Becca was soaking wet down there, and Blaine used the juice oozing
from the slit to lubricate her sister's clit. With small circular
motions, she started to rub the button, causing Becca to sigh and
writhe her bottom into the bed.

Blaine was also still turned on by the conversation she'd had with
Kyle earlier in the night. She'd had rather perverse fantasies the
rest of the night about Kyle and Cassie. And about Kyle with this new
boy Andy. Not to mention Kyle and Cassie AND Andy all together. Blaine
found herself pressing and rubbing her own mound against Becca's
thigh.

Becca knew Blaine must have been extra horny, which made her all the
more excited. She lifted her tank top up over her breast, silently
indicating to Blaine that she should suck her nipple. Blaine
automatically realized this and softly took her sister's small perky
nipple into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. The
combination of her sister's hand down her panties and mouth on her
nipple made Becca arch her back and sigh.

Blaine had wrapped her leg around Becca's and pulled her sister's legs
open, in part to have better access to her slit, but also so she could
more completely grind her own sopping pussy against Bec's thigh.
Blaine slipped a finger between her sister's labia and probed slowly
while using the heel of her hand on Becca's clit.

Becca was intensely aroused by this time. She wanted to cum badly, but
also wanted a more complete pairing with Blaine. She needed to be
naked and feel Blaine's naked body against her own. Becca pulled her
top completely off over her head, the reached down and pushed her
panties down to her knees. Blaine helped her pull them the rest of the
way down. Sitting up, she helped Blaine out of her sleep shirt then
pushed the sheets down so they could strip off Blaine's pajama bottoms
and underwear.

Both naked in the pale glow of the alarm clock, they moved toward each
other to kiss. Since they were little girls they used to like
"practicing" kissing on one another. The truth was that they loved to
kiss each other. They both enjoyed the same types of kisses, gentle
probing of the tongues, soft nips on the lips. They knew exactly what
the other wanted because it was the same thing she wanted.

As they continued to make out, Becca slowly laid Blaine back on the
bed and positioned herself on top. As the kissed their perky nipples
rubbed against each other. They both had small but very firm and round
B cup breasts with tiny nipples that got very hard. And their nipples
seemed to be hard-wired directly to their clits. As they rubbed
together, both girls got increasingly excited.

Becca had pressed her thigh against Blaine's wet vulva and was
grinding into her sister. Blaine had lifted her thigh against Becca
and felt her sister rubbing her pussy back and forth against her leg.
Both began to buck faster and faster into each other. The kisses
became more desperate and aggressive, more biting at lips and grunts
of animalistic passion.

Finally they were hurtled over the edge. Becca sat up suddenly, arched
her back and tossed her head back, driving her spasming pussy against
her sister's thigh. Blaine grabbed her sister's waist and held her in
place while feeling her own sex pulsate and climax. Neither one cried
out since the boys were right next door. Instead their bodies trembled
together in ecstasy, cresting and buring in intense mutual pleasure.

Becca collapsed on top of Blaine, putting her chin over he sisters
neck and planting her face in, gasping and coming down off the high..
The two laid there for several moments catching their breath. Blaine
gentle rubbed her twin's back and buttocks, causing Becca sister to
sigh with pleasure. Eventually, Becca lifted her face from the pillow,
looked at Blaine who smiled back. One final chaste kiss and Becca
rolled off her sister onto her back. Blaine sat up and pulled the
covers up. Neither bothered to get dressed.

Blaine rolled on her side and pressed her bottom up against her
sister. Becca rolled to her side and spooned her sibling against her.
They were asleep in moments.

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End of Chapter 1. If you enjoyed it let me know. More to come if I get
some stimulating ideas and recommendations.

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